Tate.
The thought of his name set my heart racing with anxiety and excitement. I feared him, but yet loved him with everything in me.
His shaggy blonde hair and chiseled jawline. His deep brown eyes, filled with pain and misery. His love for Kurt Cobain and an intriguing admiration of birds.
He was the devil, pure and simple, but sinning had never felt so right. The way my name rolled off his tongue made me melt, and his very touch burned my skin with desire.
He's a killer, I know that, and yet I'm desperately in love with him....
Him.
